Things Left Unsaid

This poem goes out to one of my good friends that took his own life. RIP Ryan Hall.

 

　

You always knew how to make me feel like a little kid

Tussling my hair and calling me a dork

One would think we were brother and sister

The last place I saw you; the concert

I always admired the way you played your guitar

Practicing in secret, copying your moves

The music always found its way to my veins

Pumping throughout my body like blood

Filling the smallest holes with happiness

I asked you when the next show was

Told you, “Great job!”

Bought one of your shirts from your new clothing line

You told me how you hoped you would get famous

But you still wanted to remain happy

No one saw what feelings you truly had that night

If I had known, I would have held you

And told you again and again, “I love you”

But instead I said, “See ya later”

You told me to “Keep rockin’”

The landscape passed my window in a blur

I shed one tear for you

As I thought about our next meeting

Reviews

[Lydia]

Very well written. I liked it.